I am back in London after one week at home. The word ‘home’ is a tricky one. The day I left London I had my diary marked ‘Going home’ and for the day coming back to London ‘Coming back home’. Thus I went home from home, both ways…
Anyway, it’s better having two homes than one I guess, so I don’t break my head about it too much.
My Dad picked me up at the airport and there was a three hour drive ahead of us through this tricolour of Czech springtime countryside.
I had the most amazing time as I always do, I rested my mind and my body and I talked more than my mouth could take.
But first things first, when we arrived home my dad took me for a little walk ‘around our homestead’. It’s a little ritual when Dad updates me on how home currently looks, what has changed and what is planned for the future. I love it so much!
Making our way up the garden, I knew we were heading to the forest. Yes, forest. The past few years my Dad has been successfully transforming our garden into a forest…
…and he’s so proud of every single tree he planted.
To my Dad’s annoyance, Mum likes to walk around choosing Christmas trees…
…but we all know she likes the forest as much as Dad does. And not only because of the mushrooms.
The walk ended just outside of the house where I was introduced to the anchor. Dad’s newest treasure. He found it, don’t ask me.
The week was filled with sunshine, good food, and plenty of chatting! I did not get done anything I planned to and I should finally grow out of planning my time at home apart from simply being around my family. Because that is the real reason I go home.
And to make the bright days even brighter, I kept in touch with Mr. J as he was sincerely missed.
More to come tomorrow.